Disclaimer I do not own Danny Phantom. I am just a dedicated fan.

DarkDragonQueen: Here I am again with a new story. I know, I know, you're asking me hey aren't you working on the Black Phoenix? Well I am and I'm way ahead so you'll still get your update. This is different from my other stories. It's more of a drama/angst story, which is something I've never done before... well I have but I didn't like it and took it off. Anyway, it's a very high Rated T on the brink of M, but not violent enough for that. It contains mentions of rape and graphic birth at the end.

Full Summary:Alternate Universe. After Sam is raped, she finds herself pregnant. Her parents don't believe her and just think that she's a hopeless case of teen rebelion and disown her. She's sent to live with the family of ghost hunters in Amity Park, the Fentons. There she meets not only the Fenton's strange and mysterious son Danny, she also meets ghost, in particular the ghost boy Danny Phantom, and people with very peculiar personalities at school. Toss that in with the fact that she's trying to hide her pregnancy and fighting for legal custody of her child, can Sam find the stregnth to survive the next hectic year?

Yeah, you read this next part from me all the time. Grammar is not my best subject. I can apply it well to writing but I'm not perfect people. If you see a few mistakes here and there dismiss them. Luckily my spelling and use of words makes up for that.

Without further adu I give you the second chapter of Trial, Transition, Growth: Book I.

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Parents

By

DarkDragonQueen

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Sam sighed again. Why, why, why... How? She did the one thing she had been trying not to do. She thought back to that night.

/Flashback/

Sam sighed as she walked down the dark streets in the shady part of Shade City. It was a fitting name for the city. Although it had a lot of upper class area's it had the highest crime rate imaginable. The adults of the upper-class refused to believe that it was such a bad place, everyone of the middleclass and lower-class knew otherwise. Sam was one of the upper-class girls who were sheltered from such things and went to a private school, but that didn't mean she rebelled. She was Goth much to her parents dismay and hated the preppy girls at the private all girls school she went to, but not as rebellious as her god- sister. She acted like the sheltered preppy girl but liked to hang out with hookers and hippies at night in the worst part of Shade City.

No one was dumb enough to be here during the day let alone the night, except her god- sister. Why was she here now then. Well she was looking for Aly, her god- sister. Her parents wouldn't be back until morning but she wanted to make sure Aly was back by then.

"Aly," she called out. Aly said her friends like alleyways so she checked in the one she passed sometimes.

She went into one not noticing the people on the steps across from it watch her as she went in. She could here a few voices. "Aly," she called.

"Who are you?" asked three older men in with bellies full of beer and alcohol.

Warning bells went off in Sam's head when she smelled the alcohol and she backed away only to bump into someone else. It was another man. Three more actually

"I- I was just looing for someone, but since she's not here..." Sam trailed off at the lust in the men's' eyes.

"We haven't had someone as pretty as you in a long time." one of them said and grabbed her arm. "Why don't you come with us?"

Sam shook in fear as she tried to pull away from the man's grip. "No," she screamed and the man pulled her to him putting a rough hand over her mouth and pulled her further into the ally and into some kind of dark hangout where there were bottles of beer lying around and a mattress on the ground.

The man threw her on it and she immediately tried to get up and move, but one pushed her back down. Soon she was handcuffed with arms behind her back. Her clothes were ripped off and she was played with like she was some toy, touching her breast, feeling her and putting their fingers in her opening. Then one took out his manhood and she immediately knew what would happen next. Two of then held her legs wide open until they would open no more and then...

Sam screamed in pain as the man took the one thing she would never get back. Tears fell from her eyes as pain ripped through her body like wild fire. She tried to push him off and she arched her back but to no avail as each man tried her out like she was a piece of meat to be tasted. It went on like this for hours. Her screams heard in the night but ignored for things such as this happened all the time in this part of the city. The men took turns and Sam somehow found herself unable to pass out.

After it was over they left her right in front of the alleyway with a big T- shirt on bloody and emotionally broken. It had to be around six o' clock in the morning, but it was still dark. It was always dark in this part no matter what time of day in this part. She managed to get to her knees and somehow through all that pain she got home and collasped on the floor of her room. Good thing her parents weren't home. She wanted no one to know about this.

/Flashback Ends/

Sam had relived that nightmare every night for the next month and just when she thought she could move on. It had to come back to haunt her in the form of a baby by one of those beast who had forced themselves on her that night, but she would never judge her baby based on what it's father did to her whever he was.

She looked outside at the sunset. It would be better to go ahead and tell her parents what had happened and get it over with.

Sam went downstairs where her parents were in the living room, sat them down and told them what happened. Not a tear fell from her eyes but humiliation and shame was written all over her face. She let out a relieved sigh glad to get that off her chest, but her parents reaction made her wish she could have told them what had happened the moment it happen, because it was clear they didn't believe her.

"You expect us to believe that crap." Mr. Manson asked.

Sam didn't know what to say and it was a good thing since she had lost her voice anyway.

"I can't believe you would go and get yourself pregnant and then come up with a story about getting raped so we wouldn't be angry. What do you think we are? Idiots?" Mr. Manson yelled and Sam found her voice again.

"I'm not lying. It's the truth. I was raped." Sam said in a quiet shaky voice.

"You lie." Mr. Manson yelled. "I should've known you were no good."

"Now Jeremy," said Mrs. Manson. "She's just scared. She's pregnant. We can't blame her for her mistake." She turned to her daughter. "But Samantha your father's right. Lying about being raped isn't the way to go even if you were scared we would get mad."

Sam's eyes narrowed in anger as she stood up. "I'm not lying," she said through gritted teeth as tears began to fall. Her own parents, the people she was supposed to be able to trust, didn't believe her. "I was raped and now I'm pregnant. Why can't you just believe me?"

"Well what do you expect? You're always out, probably partying and getting drunk and now you're pregnant and want us to believe you were raped." Mr. Manson yelled advancing on Sam who backed up.

"I do not. You just hate the way I am. You hate the fact that I'm not some preppy girl who cries over a broken nail." Sam yelled. "How could you not believe me? Haven't you noticed I haven't been myself for the past few months? How can you say I'm lying when you can't tell when your own daughter has been acting strange for two whole months? And you call yourselves parents," That was it. Insulting them was running past the limit. Her father lost it and jumped at her.

Sam screamed and moved out the way to dodge her father. He managed to grab her hair and punch her in the check sending her backwards into the wall. She forgot all about her own life the moment she saw her father grab a long pole that had been lying around from some work that was being down on the house and aim it at her stomach. Her mother instincts were kicking in even though she was only around eight weeks pregnant. She managed to grab the pole before it hit her stomach and pushed him back a shelf of glass sculptures.

She took his moment down and ran upstairs to her room locking the door. Soon enough there was banging on the door and Sam wasn't sure the door would hold long so until then she needed something to defend herself. It was too late though and the door burst open and her father came at her with her mother looking helpless at the scene. She backed up against the wall and grabbed the first thing she could feel on... Her lamp on the nightstand. She threw it at his head shattering the lamp and leaving a rather deep gash in his head.

He fell back wards but grabbed at bat on the side of Sam's bed and began to swing it. Sam moved out the way and the window broke. She ran into the bathroom and opened the window above her shower. Lucky for her she was so small and could fit through and lucky for her there was a tree outside of it so she wouldn't fall.

She climbed down and was met by the police in front of her house. One of the neighbors had heard the commotion and called them. Her dad came raging out the front door followed by Aly who had heard the commotion and was wondering what was going on.

"Take her away!" he yelled

"What?" one of the two police officers said.

"I don't want her anymore. Take the little whore away!"

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That didn't take long. I always find the first few chapters of a story easy to write. When it gets to the middle... Well R&R.